vultures to see if the new me will have any resemblance to the old one.â
âIt wouldnât be like that, Jake,â the nurse said. âYou need the support of people who love you.â
âIâve never needed it before,â he whispered as he closed his eye to dismiss them. âAnd Iâm not about to start needing it now.â
I f youâd wanted a vacation, Lynda, all you had to do was say so.â Sally Crawford pulled a chair up to Lyndaâs bed and set the bag sheâd brought on the table in front of her. âI could use one, too, but you donât see me crashing a plane to get one.â
Lynda was tiredâher sleep last night had been restless and plagued with nightmaresâbut she managed to smile at her secretary. âLooks like Iâm gonna get a longer vacation than I need. That blasted doctor said I have to stay out at least a month. Honestly, I feel like Iâll be as good as new in a few days, butââ
âLynda, you have injuries you canât even see. You have to let yourself recover. Besides, Iâll be in the office taking care of the day-to-day stuff.â
âBut I have cases pending. Court dates. . . .â
âSome of them can be postponed, and the ones that canât are going to be divided among the partners and associates. We went over all of them this morning. Your cases are in good hands.â
Lynda sank back onto her pillow. âWell, I guess thatâs something.â
âThereâs just one thing.â
Lynda looked up. âWhat?â
âThe Paige Varner case. No one wanted it.â
âNo one?â she asked.
âThereâs no money in it,â Sally reminded her. âAnd itâs a real shame because she came in yesterday all upset because her husband had shown up at her daughterâs day care and tried to take her.â
Lynda closed her eyes. âItâs my fault. Iâve been putting her off.â
âYouâve been busy. When you reach for a handout, you have to wait your turn.â
That had, indeed, been her philosophy, Lynda admitted, but hearing it now, she didnât like the way it sounded. âShe canât help not having any money. And that man. The restraining order obviously hasnât scared him at all. I was afraid it wouldnât. Heâs fearless. Heâd have to beâheâs suing her for custody, claiming sheâs the one whoâs abusive.â
âSheâs anxious to get the case resolved so she can leave the state.â
âI know. The judge has ordered her to stay in town until after court. Do you have her file with you?â Sally reached for her briefcase and pulled it out, and Lynda took it. âSo nobody wanted her, huh?â
âIâll just tell her sheâll have to find another attorney.â
âNo, sheâs tried.â She studied the file for a moment, then glanced at Sally again. âSally, am I really that mercenary?â
âHow mercenary?â Sally asked, not following.
âSo mercenary that I would push this case to the bottom of my priority list just because the hours I spent on it werenât billable?â
âLynda, you did what anybody would do.â
Lynda sighed and closed the file. âIâm keeping this case,â she said. âIâll handle it.â
âBut Lynda!â
âItâll be all right,â she said. âJust call Paige and tell her to come by to see me here.â
Sally held back her protest, but her disapproval was apparent. âAll right, Lynda. If you say so. Iâm gonna go now. You look like you need some rest. A lot of it.â
Lynda dropped the file onto the table next to her. âYou think I look bad. You should see the other guy.â But the words werenât said in humor, and that haunted look passed over her eyes again. âAt least heâs alive. Iâve been calling ICU every hour. As far as I
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